Andromeda glanced down the wide hallway where a crowd was settling right in the middle. Andromeda let a sigh escape her lips as she realized who was fighting. "Oh not again."
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Narcissa sat down beside Andromeda, brushing aside her blond waves off her pale cheeks. "They say Bella is going to be ok, long as she rests."
Andromeda brows furrowed together. "Not like she'll listen to their advice or ours for that matter."
Narcissa shrugged. 'She's her own person Meda. She's a Black she'll never give up without a fight."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Andromeda muttered under her breath.
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Bellatrix lay in the bed, glaring at the far wall, one little incident and mother became paranoid.
It was like being sent to exile everyone had gone off and if she wasn't tied down with magic she might have left too.
If she heard someone say Miss Bellatrix there would be some cursing involved at the very least. The heads were definitely going to roll.